"I'm still warming up. We'll see what this demon is worth during the race. This is just a trailer." The excitement slithered through my veins as I saw the bright lights ahead.
Headlights.
The bunch had stopped moving.
We were the last to reach, but lucky enough to see the irritated looks on everyone's face. Anthony's head was hidden behind that tinted helmet of his. His posture screamed 'smug'. He was sure of that he would end up victorious. He was a competitive man who would never go down without a fight. His superiority complex would be the end of him if it was not for his hard-headed intent on winning every single fucking time.
It was later when I felt Sean shifting off the bike that I realized that Ethan was at the crown of the crowd. His bike was parked at an odd angle and the other bikes stood behind him. He played with an odd looking piece of cloth in his hand while leaning against that bike of his.
I silently parked the bike at the end of the messy formation.
